Chapter 335: A Whiff of Lemon Flavor, So Sour

Nan Jiaojiao placed a bowl of noodles in front of him, "Eat up."

Bo Yanching sat down, picked up his chopsticks, but didn't know where to start.

Jiaojiao was eating with contentment. The noodles made slithering sounds as she ate, biting in little mouthfuls, sucking up a few strands at a time. Her face was flushed pink from the steam.

Yanching was somewhat questioning the meaning of life.

He lifted a chopstick full to his mouth. It wasn't that he couldn't eat it, but it tasted strange—supposedly clear broth noodles, yet there were chili peppers and vinegar inside.

Jiaojiao took a few sips of the soup, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and glanced at the half-eaten noodles in Yanching's bowl, "Don't you like it?"

Just as Yanching was about to speak, she stared at him with focused eyes. Immediately understanding, he pushed his bowl towards her to pick a few chopsticks' worth for her.

Jiaojiao ate them, almost emptying the bowl.

He couldn't help asking, "Is it good?"